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Update

So just an update, chapter one of my series wil be posted on sunday, im almost done with another request, and i am also debating on making a few playlists for my stories. I can now officially say my haitus i perviously had started in July is now over! Im back to sort of regularly posting (as long as my motivation lets me)! Im so excited for this prologue story to finish so i can get to the heart of the story that started this whole idea!!

Another update I know but I like sharing my plans for the following week. Depending on how the most recent poll goes I'll be working on the chosen fic. But this week I'm going to finish an ask for Shinobu and one other event request. I am also going to try and post something for the self aware au for yandere twisted wonderland or yandere genshin impact.

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SO yes another ramble because my mind is so busy and im so anxious right now! I'm pausing my twisted wonderland fanfic to focus on my genshin one. My twisted wonderland burn out is still very fresh right now and I need time to get back into it. So right now I'm gonna be very focused on genshin stuff, but if you request stuff for twisted wonderland then I'll still work on it. I just mean I wont be working on any personal project or idea including twisted wonderland right now.

just smol update:

plotting is hard. i've been jotting down ideas that are related to the story though, so i'm invested !! just need to sit down and really get into it while i have the luxury to hehe :D

i've been fully invested in korean mythology at this point, and i'm loving it

honestly researching for writing has never been this interesting pfftt

writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.

man that was so much math.

HAHAHAHAH it’s honestly because I get so anxious of whether this idea will work or not for me it’s better to scrap it (like my self deprecating thoughts) and try again fresh

and I think it’s working so far! 12.5k words in and I’m SO HAPPY AND FEELING MUCH BETTER thank God 💗

writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.

man that was so much math.

18k in and I am in the fun & games part / entering act 2 and can i just say that i am starting to get anxious again bc i fr fear the middle act bc i feel like writing it is a drag

writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.

man that was so much math.

almost 24K in... and getting stuck. :/ hoping to reach 25K+ today and just unstuck myself lmao

writing feels like a riddle right now: wrote 5k and scrapped and rewrote, and then wrote up to 10k but then scrapped 7k and now I’m at 8k again. but still feel happy.

man that was so much math.

✦Important Question For Readers + Tag List Friends✦

So I know all of my readers + tag list friends here are interested in my Hazbin Hotel Stories, but I still want to continue writing some stories for Twisted Wonderland. Would you all be okay with me continuing to write for that fandom and would you like to be tagged in them or only for Hazbin Hotel related stories.

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NaNo Update: Day 4

Gods I’m bad at posting about it every day. I started NaNo a day late and my goal is just writing every day, so I haven’t written as much, but I currently have 1222 words, which is more than I’ve written in MONTHS so I’m pretty proud of myself.

Favorite line from this session:

I had always been a tomboyish child, preferring skinned knees to needle-pricked fingers, and for a time my mother allowed me to roam the palace grounds and get into the sort of mischief a young boy would.

My POV has changed to first person past tense which is a choice I usually don’t vibe with in fiction but it kinda rings for this and is letting me take on a much more reflective tone, which should be interesting once I exit exposition and get back into the action.

NaNo Update: Day 5

I downloaded Scrivener onto my new computer and updated my license so I have that now! I set it up with the 8-point plot as the document sections. Manuscript total is 1583 today and I wrote 364 words in tonight’s session, which I’m excited about. I know it isn’t a lot, but again, more than I’ve done in a really long time.

Darius has realized breakfast with his mother is a trap to force him to meet with a prospective suitor, and his handmaid isn’t allowed to tell him about this prospect, leading to my favorite lines from this session:

I shuddered, imagining attempting to eat strawberries and cream in a manner becoming a young lady of my station. It wouldn’t be satisfying at all. “Can you at least tell me who he is?”

Lissa shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

“All right then.” I sat down on the floor, spreading my skirts around me so that the ivory velvet wouldn’t be scuffed. “I’m not going.”

NaNo Update Day 6

I’m sick, so writing’s been a little harder than it normally would be for the past several days. My draft has finally passed the 2000 word mark (2045!!!) and I managed 306 words this session (I might manage more, but the day is over, I’m posting this at 12:15 am on the seventh).

Darius is still in the hallway before his mother’s surprise breakfast date, and the pieces are coming together:

“I will not marry him. There is no reason why I cannot rule on my own and take a consort of my choosing after my coronation.”

“You’re a woman, your highness.” Lissa’s voice was soft, almost apologetic, though she cannot have known the depths to which her words cut. “Queens alone have very little power. Even your mother—“

“My mother,” I interrupted, getting to my feet, “is not the queen alone. She is the Queen Regent. Her authority hinges on there being a king in the near future and on her council of noblemen.” I ran a hand through my newly cropped hair. “Why can I not be King?”

“You’re a woman, your highness.” Lissa’s voice was still soft, though it had taken on an edge.

I shook my head, the pieces coming together in my head for the first time. “Lissa, I don’t believe I am.” This time, when I sat down on the ground, I did it with no care for the state of my skirts.

NaNo Update: Day 7

Ayyyy am I actually being consistent?? While sick?? I’m legitimately impressed at myself. I managed 320 words today on top of playing in a DnD session, so I met my personal goal. My manuscript is up to 2365 words, so it’s going slowly but it is going!

Darius is at breakfast with his mother and a potential suitor (ayo new character dropped) named Lord Wimark, and here’s my favorite line from todays session:

Inside was my mother, dressed ever in black, hair done up in an intricate pattern of braids that begged the question of when she had awoken, as her eyes were bright as ever. Seated in the spot to her left, which I usually took, was a blond man, his skin pale as fresh linens, not even the flush of warmth to his cheeks. He wore red, from his head to his toes, and at his belt I could see a gilded hilt of what was likely to be a rapier, from the shape of the basket. He looked strong, with ropes of muscle visible underneath the silk. He did not rise as I entered.

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NaNo Update: Day 8

I managed 321 words today! The manuscript has reached 2686 words. I'm a little self conscious about not having written as much as everyone else seems to be that is doing NaNo updates, but I'm trying not to let it get to me haha.

Lord Wimark has shown himself to be an asshole, so that's fun. Darius is starting to realize that his mother might be fed up with him not agreeing to any matches, as the coronation is meant to be in a year.

Favorite line from this go:

Unfortunately, I was feeling rash. I set my knife down firmly on the table and stood up. “Based on this conversation, I am not the only one who needs etiquette lessons,” I bit out. That got their attention. Two sets of eyes turned to me, and my mother’s fork was frozen midway to her mouth. “I am not an object to be bought and sold. I am heir to the throne and will ascend to it in one year. If you will not treat me as though I am the heir, you may leave, Lord Wimark.”

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NaNo Update: Day 9

Holy shit y'all I wrote 388 words and it's mostly dialogue! That brings my total wordcount to 3074 c: slow and steady wins the race, right?

After Lord Wimark departed, Darius and his mother had an argument about his appearance and whether he would marry Lord Wimark. Darius's mother is an asshole, fair warning (because Darius is highkey a projection character):

I bit my tongue so hard it bled. “I will not marry that pig. You can force me at swordpoint to the altar but you cannot make me bind myself to him.”

“It matters not. What matters now is that you are presentable for him at dinner. I expect I will not find you with your head shaved bare if I let you alone a few more hours?” My mother spoke in her accustomed clipped voice.

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NaNo Update: Day 10

I only managed to write between customers at work today, but I got 352 words, bringing my total to 3429!!!!

No excerpt today, though, it's all a little heavy this go. Hard conversations.

NaNo Update: Day 11

Turns out writing between drive thru customers activates my creative drive because I baked cookies for several hours this evening and still made my goal! 369 words today, bringing the total to 3795. Slowly but surely! This makes 10 consecutive days I've managed at least 300 words, which is a huge milestone for me as far as "butt in chair hands on keyboard," as my writing teacher always said.

We're still having heavy conversations, but I do have a good line to share, feat. transmasc vibes:

I felt a sharp pang where my breath had caught. The emptiness of it ached. “So, I can be a man? I could be Crown Prince?” The thought of it, of being a prince, brought tears stinging back to my eyes, but also a sense of fulfilment, of Rightness.

"You can be whoever you'd like to be, my dear." Lissa pulled me into a hug, which I accepted gratefully.

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NaNo Update: Day 18

Okay so mayyyyybe I haven't written in like a week but it's fine! It's fine!! Bc I just had a major plot breakthrough after letting my WIP marinate so like,,,, time to outline? I was going to pants it but here I am.

I adore the opening paragraph. The language you use is absolutely gorgeous!! And I love that emotion controls his powers for now! I'm sure that it'll serve for even more comedic moments

Burned Update; Chapter 1

As I redraft burned (hopefully to completion) this summer, I decided I wanted to update on a chapter-to-chapter basis, talk about progress, challenges, post excerpts, etc. (in other words, actually be a writeblr for once LMAO)

So here's chapter 1! This is the *mumbles into hand*th time I've started this novel and every version has been PRETTY different. Previous versions were pretty info dump-y and also tipped into melodrama and a lot of purple prose, but this time we're going for numbness and understatement baby!!

[id: His final shreds of memory curl, charred at the edges, drifting between his fingers in grays wisps--blurry polaroids, set ablaze and tossed to the side.

He knows his name. Neil. Neil Adrian Grant. He's eighteen years old. But when he tries to remember anything else about his life, who he is, he comes up blank. A forest burned to the ground.]

This is the opening passage, still fairly similar to the previous version. As much as I want to get away from overwriting, I do think this image is a really good way to set the tone (and I have already cut so much imagery you will have to pry this opening line from my corpse!!!)

Another thing I really want to do in this version is have the narration much closer to Neil. It's always been a 3rd limited, but the voice of the narration in prior drafts relied on some sort of obnoxious diction and made for some weird moments in the tone, so this time I'm aiming for something that relies more on the character's voice!

[id: “Why can’t I remember anything?”

Jayce sets down his mug on an open book. Neil eyes the table; there’ll definitely be a brown ring in the center of the page when Jayce removes the cup. “Would you like something to drink? I’ve got water, or there’s tea,” he says, gesturing to a kettle dangling above the fire.

What a stupid way to make tea. “Water, please,” Neil says, remembering the cooler. Jayce rises and fills a paper cup, then returns and hands it to Neil. He remains standing and gives Neil a knowing look.

Neil raises the cup to his lips. He tries to pace himself, but the cool water is rain after a drought, coating the inside of his mouth and throat.

“Another,” Jayce says, not really a question.]

In terms of plot, not a whole lot has changed just yet. Neil wakes up, realizes he has no memory, and Jayce explains to him that he's at Harmonium--a school for Psychs, or superhumans. He understandably struggles to accept that, but he also can't remember anything else and his only choice is to trust Jayce. His body starts responding in impossible ways to the situation, which definitely helps (or maybe doesn't, depends how you look at it lol)

[id: Silence stretches between them, thick and warm. A grandfather clocks ticks and tocks in the empty space.

“Why should I trust you?”

“Because, for now, you don’t have much of a choice.”

Neil scoffs, but says nothing further. He circles his arms around himself. “This isn’t real.”

“Maybe not. Maybe nothing is.”

What a pretentious response. A pilot light surges in Neil’s gut, literal heat emanating from his abdomen. Wide-eyed, he studies himself. Could that mean internal bleeding? Some kind of organ failure?

“You’re feeling angry.”

“Is it that obvious?”

Jayce bites down a smirk and points to Neil’s head. “Fuming, even.”

And Neil notices now that the room is suddenly smoky, though not from the fireplace. Dark wisps of it puff from his ears, each with the sound of a squirt bottle spritzing water.]

Hard to deny that you might just be a superhuman when literal smoke starts coming out of your ears just because you're a little bit angry!! Or when the person across from you is genuinely worried that your emotions may lead to accidental arson!!

[id: Neil exhales a sharp breath through his nose, head hung, eyes crammed shut. It feels like he’s going to puke, except the vomit is anger, magma, boiling acid. This can’t be happening.

“I need you to try to take some breaths. I rather like this office and it’d be a shame if it went up in flames.”

Under other circumstances, Neil might laugh at this. But now he curls his hands into tighter fists and presses them down into the brown pleather cushions, which emit a nasty hissing. Jayce cringes and lurches forward but seems to stop himself. “Though maybe it was time for a new couch anyway,” he mutters.]

The chapter ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, with Jayce confessing to Neil that Neil's mother, Celeste--who had been a sort of infamous figure in the Psych community--has just died. She would've been the bridge between Neil and this world, as well as his memories and past, so this obviously only deepens the issue.

And that's about it for chapter 1! This was actually a relatively painless drafting experience (I think since I've written this chapter 10+ times over the last ~10 years omg) but I expect once I actually get into it I will struggle a bit more ;-;

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